Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adam and Eve , by - Nas. Song from the album NASIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Adam and Eve |
| The ghetto Othello, the Moor |
| Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy |
| Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I’m sure |
| Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I’m pure |
| Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it |
| It’s a trend for these men to die on their own sword |
| Journey far, learn who you can be |
| But you can learn who you are when you around family |
| Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle |
| My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little |
| They passed down wisdom, blessings were given |
| Pray my sins don’t get passed to my children |
| I made a killin', I’m alive like the morning star |
| Court Jordan’s for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are? |
| I need evaluations, I’m savvy, y’all |
| Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen |
| Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy |
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree |
| The ghosts of gangsters dance |
| Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger |
| Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin' |
| The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum? |
| The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile |
| Still puff the loud, it’s nothin' less than a quarter pound |
| Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light |
| Brings awareness to my personal life |
| After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark |
| See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa |
| Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio |
| Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know |
| New girl every night, two girls was every other night |
| Sexual addiction, gangster tradition |
| They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended |
| Yeah, that’s how I felt, that’s how it ended |
| I’m just good at existin', existin' in my truth |
| As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah |
| Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy |
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree |
| What come first, peace or the paper? |
| Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor |
| Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors |
| Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit |
| No bacon, brothers is swine |
| It’s so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine |
| It’s evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin' |
| Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin' |
| Say somethin', you stay frontin' |
| But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings |
| You broke my heart, Fredo |
| You bring this thing of ours down to a fable |
| Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss’s table |
| There’s always room at my table |
| Insecurities is keepin' you disabled |
| All this money to get, is there less time? |
| They ain’t stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine |
| I learned to stretch time, these are the best times |
| I’m in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind |
| With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni |
| Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God |
| Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy |
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve |
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree |